If you read this, no you didn't

Taylor Swift

but i don't think you're the villain, not directly, at least. you're a victim that didn't heal and turned out to be worse than i anticipated. I don't blame you (even tho i know i should), I blame myself for trusting you and believing you wouldn't destroy me again. sometimes this memory comes to mind of you thanking me for trusting you again, how i almost cried then and there, that was the moment i realised you actually valued me, and valued us... i hate that it still crosses my mind, that and all the times you seemed so in love with me that got me scared i wouldn't be enough, but you made me think i was indeed enough, at least most of the time. I don't hate you, I have plenty of reasons to do so, but i don't think my being is capable of such a feeling towards you, maybe that's the problem... but one thing i do hate is the situation and how stupid i was and how i regret not kissing you that one last time and how hopeful i am that you'll realise you're making a fucking mistake. I love you. I hate that I do, I hate what you did, not you, what you did, and most importantly, I hate the circumstances that made you become the villain.